I got calls from all across the country today to make sure I was alive.
Not that I answered the phone. You would think that people would know better than to call me fresh after a loss like that.
But one call I did take was from Art Howe. He congratulated the team for battling.
"We'll bounce back. We're not going to fold any tents." -Willie RandolphGreat, the manager has been reading the Art Howe "Book of Folksy Quotes." I give up.
Are you like me...waiting for the headline on Yahoo! Sports that says "Wagner Sets Crotch on Fire After Loss?"
(And for those who question Randolph asking Country Time to get six outs, I ask you this: Would you have trusted Aaron Heilman to face Chase Utley, Pat Burrell, and Ryan Howard?)
Just remember: they're not saying "boo", they're saying...oh I can't even finish that with a straight face. They're saying "boo".
Along with other expletives.
We're still in first place, right? Sure feels that way, don't it?
But it's the same thing every year. Mets lose "one of those games", and I get phone calls from Yankee fans all over the country asking if I'm OK, like they really f***ing care. They probably want to see me dead anyway. Whether it's Yadier Molina, or Braden Looper, or Luis Sojo doing the damage, the phone calls always come; "oh, another tough one, huh?" or, "just calling to say we suck", or "if you're in Philadelphia watching this game I'm going to shoot you".
It's the same f***ing phone calls every season. I mean, I actually wondered today what deal was made with the devil for 1969? And did the devil give a cut rate deal for my soul in exchange for '86? And then I left the house...and I saw a guy wearing a big placard hawking psychic readings by "Teresa", who apparently will show me the way to fix all of my problems. And the guy wearing the sign was also wearing a Yankee hat.
The only thing I'm asking the psychic is this: How are the Mets going to lose tomorrow?
Because it can't get any worse, can it?
Oh wait, the Mets are going to Atlanta. Damn. Time to visit the psychic.
Then I'll hit the shrink on the way back.